Friday, June 23, 2023
Why are Progressives so Obsessive?
Friday, June 16, 2023
Know any Gnostics?
Thursday, June 15, 2023
If You Can't Fool Him Twice, Lock Him Up.
President Obama, his predecessor, was an ideological leftist who appointed ideological leftists who would, themselves, appoint ideological leftists. They, in turn, network with their fellows in and out of government (Wallstreet, Foundations, Universities, Contractors, Lawyer-Lobbyists, Journalists, and on and on). This maze of special-interest groups forms what I call "The Crony Class" -- those who want to control their fellow citizens (and benefit from that control) through their control of Washington DC. They possess a "Crony Class Consciousness."
Like Lois Lerner (who "slow-walked" tax-exempt status for right-leaning groups in 2012) and the DOJ lawyers currently targeting Trump and his supporters, those with Crony Class Consciousness don't need to be instructed in what to do and their actions come with prepackaged rationalizations. They are building a better future free of racism and such. True patriotism is loyalty to that better future. They are responsible for that better future, not the horrible past or the messy present. Current deficiencies are on the normies who are in need of re-education.
Tuesday, June 13, 2023
Favorable Indictments
Saturday, June 10, 2023
The Inditments should have been Leaked
Of course, some secrets should be kept secret. For instance, the secret that Joe Biden is corrupt. This is purely a "need to know," and only the people actually paying the bribes (and enabling officials and journalists) need to know. So when President Trump's Ultra top-secret phone call with Ukrainian President Zelensky -- where Biden's corruption was touched on -- was leaked by someone not authorized to leak it, Trump was impeached. Obviously, Trump had no "need to know" of Biden's corruption. In any case, it was the best five-million Ukraine ever spent. It's pay to play -- with HIMARS.
When Biden announced his Presidential bid not long after Trump took office, I said it was meant to keep corruption indictments at bay. In 2017 even the mainstream media was reporting on his corruption as Vice President. Declaring his candidacy as the Democratic Party hopeful was a way to shut them up and get the "respected media" to actively suppress a story that would cast the entire Democratic party in a bad light. So I don't think Dr. Jill will allow Biden to gracefully bow out after one term and give up this anti-indictment superpower.
Tuesday, June 6, 2023
How Reagan Ruined Everything
Fast-talking lawyer Leeja Miller makes the case against Ronnie. It's not the massive concentration of power in Washington D.C. that's the problem: it's the partial slowdown to that process caused by RR. It reminds me of how the Democrats successfully ran against Herbert Hoover for fifty years. Trying the same trick with Reagan might not work as well.
Lawyers concentrate on winning the argument rather than solving the problem, because by winning the argument they have solved the problem -- their problem, which is winning the argument. Unfortunately, despite all the argument-winning, the crisis persists -- an underfunded and underpowered government sector.
I remember when the Federal government had to function on a meager nine-hundred billion dollars a year -- no wonder it couldn't make everything affordable in a sustainable manner! It was argued that by increasing that amount to a mere one trillion (a "more" that actually sounds like "less") we would solve this persistent funding shortfall. But did it? No! Now some people actually argue that seven trillion a year should be enough (that's 7,000 billion dollars). Really? With so much persistent want in the country (especially among lawyers and lobbyists), how will that solve the problem? To hell with trickle-down! I'm for tinkle-upon economics! Who doesn't want to feel that warm flow of federal dollars running down their back?Saturday, April 29, 2023
Poor Wandering Wonderer -- True Love Built on Lies.
They've created such a racket,I can hardly work.And my work...is hardly...worth it.
(approaches Hamlet)Poor Wandering WondererWondering Where to Wan-der!You don't think like the rest.Your head is a mess,So full of thoughts --They drip out like snot...
You are the studier of studies.Who studies, the studies, in Shortseller's study.Your task is incomplete--
(steps towards her)Like rain turning to sleet.
And you're the activist child.The bold little scold,With the winning frown.
(shows herself off a bit)I thought the world would let me down.The Earth, not be around.But as I've grown
Into my own --I found it really weird!The planet, you see, is still here!
(thoughtfully, strolling)By eliminating the Earth,With all its dirt,We could eliminate our fears.
Or we could simply go extinct,And no longer have to think.
Poor Wandering WondererWondering Where to Wan-der.You don't think like the rest.Your head is a mess.So full of thoughtsThey drip out like snot.
I simply cannot lie.It is just too hard to disguise.When I fabricate,Right out of the gate,
It gets hard!As the tension goes up,My ha-ha-heart thumps!
The blood in my veinsFeels the added strain.The blood my heart pumpsFlows into my consider-able stump!
And it grows, grows, grows --Like some elongated nose,
Or an acorn into an oak.
It happens at a stroke!
It's not just unseemly, you see,But po-tential-ly!Most un-semen-ly...
Yes, I'm stilted...By this pilted...Woody, wood-pecker.
Like Pinocchio in a pinch.
Or, the Pilt-down Man!
A "find" that was a Scientific Scam --
With the wrong bone
In the wrong place:
A most potent -- disgrace.
Lying's not a sport,Like some Kinsey Report.Whenever I lie,
It gets hard against my fly!I can't lie, I can't lie, I can't lie.
Oh, Poor Wandering Wonderer,Woody in a wood of lies!I am sorry for you!'Cause your own sorrow won't do.You don't think like the rest.Your head's such a mess.So full of thoughts,They drip out like snot!
If only you were a woman.The problem with your woodWould disappear!If only you could,Eliminate the wood!
That sounds fantastic,but just...a little...drastic.
Sub-optimal, yes,But if you just wore a dress...You could easily skirt the truth.Or turn your back,On in-convenient facts.But still...
I'll wear a kilt!I could present an address...In a kilt, not a dress.I could turn my back,As I speak with great tact,Over...my...shoulder?
(Takes his hand)Here's an act -- that's bolder.
Simply lie with me!If you lie with me,Your lies will be disguised, by me!You simply pretendWe're in love, without end!
In Love with a fire,
Of burning -- lustful desire.
And:
No one will be the wiser.
We could lie, lie, lie, together.
No one would know any better.
In truth, I am getting woody.I should return to my studies.I could be me-too'edBecause I am woody for you...I really can't lie...As I look into your -- lovely, eyes...
But I fear my career --Could dissolve in your tears.
Poor wandering woody one!What wonderous lies lie ahead!Don't fear for your career.
You'll be a believable steer,
If you lie, lie, lie -- with me.
Hrumph, Hrumph -- Hrumph, Hrumph, Hrumph.
You cannot stay.Artful ShortsellerIs on his way.We'll meet after dark.
And wonderful liesWe can con-cock!Con-con, concoct.
He's such a poor liar.He needs to retire.My estate is builtOn a house of cards.One jilt from that joker...
And...
Oh, forsooth and forsaken!My empire shaken!
Imagine, a jerk like that,Bringing about my total collapse!
I suppose he would say,
He means well, OK.
Well, I have a "mean well"
For him.
Hrumph, Hrumph -- Hrumph, Hrumph, Hrumph.
Now the Bankers want their say.They mean well, too,
It should be a tattoo.
Let them implore.I'll ignore.
This is The World Conference...
That will Solve...Your Problems...
In One Foul Swipe.
You see, all your problems are ours;All our problems are yours.
And you are our problem.
We're at the homeOf the World's Richest man.Artful Shortseller's estate, Eden!
Eden, Eden, Eden...
It's his own state!
An island all its own.An island that he owns. Eden.
Eden, Eden, Eden...
I'm the Central Banker,(indicates the others)
I don't get many thanks
When the other banks
Need a spank:
That Great Current of Currency,
Upon which they depend --
Is Currently Curtailed!
If not totally at an end.
It flowed through their vaults
And its lack, now felt, is my fault
World Class Dancing, Banker Band
It was a hundred years ago!When you really did steal the show!People's money was never the same,As you played your curren-cy game.
When interest rates you amendTo bring easy money to an end...
After we've done so much good,By gutting their neighborhoods!We're the World Class Dancing, Banker Band!
Their Animal Spirits were on a lark,But the funny-money, once in "drive,"Is now in "park."
We're good citizens of the World!With finances in a swirl.Speculators cause much pain,As their loans go down the drain.So now we're il-liquid.Lacking the reserves, we should...
So we want you to understand,We'd like you to give a hand...To the Empty Pockets, Bankster, Bah-an-d!
They want to restart the game.With me providing the gains...a-gain.
The losses we'll spread about,
Like lots of vacant shops.
Don't Panic at the Picnic!
With those problems, you're on your own!So kindly get off the phone!We're awfully short of cash!We're bankers who've lost their stash!Our institution's got the runs!It's playing havoc with the sums!...um...um...um-m-m.
You're such love-ly depositors --You really are our kind --You're such love-ly depositors,Sit back and watch your fortune grow!Sit back and watch it grow!
Your bankruptcy's on us!But our Bankruptcy's on you!We're whales too big to fail!So you have to cover our tail!
You're such lovely homeowners,With mortgages to fill.
We'd like to take your homes with us.We'd love to take your homes!
Yes, we'd rather issue demandsBut really do need a hand!So we'll issue our appeal,To the man who really steals...The show, when you have to show!The assets that cover your ass!We've come to find him here!Our savior of the year --
Art...ful...Short...sell-er...
Oh, Financial sharks,Prowl the seas, babes.And they'll feed in --Market waves.They have such teeth -- dear!If you could see them!They're ru-by, ruby-red.
When red ink's spilledBy Cor-po-rate shills--
My-little-darlings don't-you-know!So much gore is,On the market floor.But on Shortseller, there's not the stink, babeOf all...your -- all your red ink!
Your pension fund --So you think, dears --Bought juicy steaks,With your stake!Till Artful wields his -- skillful scalpel.Leaving bare bones, upon your plate.
(Art enters and marches to center stage. Exudes calm as the Central Banker slinks off)
There's no reason for alarm.Every reason, to be calm.We're in the eye of every storm,And here, calm is the norm.
Your problem is but a pimple.The solution is -- quite simple!
Just mean well, if you mean well,
Then everything will seem well!
If you mean well, then you'll be well,
No one will be mean to you!
If you mean well in all that you do.
They'll never blame you--
When they've been royally screwed...
If you're mean, mean, mean,
You want to be seen as -- well meaning.
They can't attack good intentions.Even when these intentions are...
An...invention.
If it seems...well,Like we mean well,Then the middling mean...that's sits inbetween,The well-off...and the off-well...Will think that we're just swell.
When we're mean-mean-mean,No matter how mean we may seem...If we're all called well-meaning,
Well meaning is how we'll be seeming!
Mean-well in all your deeds!
For the mean-wellIs a deep well, indeed!